Prince Dre - The Life I Live lyrics

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Prince Dre - The Life I Live lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Dre] n***as talking like they hot, they ain't hot, them pussies soft Let him disrespect the squad, guaranteed we knock him off Chopper make him summersault, semis make him backflip Make a goofy cartwheel when we hear that mac spit Oh yeah I love this rap sh** but I ain't with the acting Tell my life, it's like a movie, everything is facts b**h A thousand what I'm taxing, I need some meals up on my plate And I'm always riding dirty, keep the steel up on my waist Taking chances for a case but I can't let them take me out They claim they real, they really fake, they just be talking out the mouth I want the bands and f** the clout, fame can't buy a n***a a house I want a crib where I can chill without the roaches and the mouse Get mama a crib up on the hill so I ain't gotta hear her mouth Been in the projects for some years [?] She wish I'd took another route but I'm in love with my hood I ain't ducking from no action, everyday I'm in the hood Me and my n***as we strapped, gotta chase that sack I need that bag, O'Block on the map Them shawties gon' clap, can't get caught in that jail Them n***as know me yeah who I be Prince Dre I'm the man on the block every night, yeah I got that pipe On the drive where I stand, 30 shots in them Glocks Slide down them opps Leave they a** where he stand, all I know is head shots Face shot head shot, knock him back [?] Put a hole in his chest, now I'm on to the next [?] So I need me a vest, she real nice with the head Toting semis and tecs, 50 shots in the macs Lots of shells for they a**, they say I'm up next So might write me a check [?] That's why I go hard [?] Kush money and Os, Go hard my mans [Verse 2: Prince Dre] I introduced him to the streets and I'm in love with the sh** Them people say they want peace but ain't no love up in this sh** In 7th grade I made a change, I fell in live with them clips I'd seen a nickel hold a drum, I fell in love with that there Shooters up and down the strip, let a n***a send his shot And if [?] big bro'nem yeah they be trapping Shawties standing in them cuts, we just be waiting for some action Nickel on me and it's tucked, keep the heat I love in traffic Sliding down up on them blocks, clear the scene and left a tragedy Shawties wyling shooting Glocks, them old heads call us savage Catch a n***a from the opps best believe them shawties clapping Ain't no ambulance or docs, DOA, them people bag him Mama screaming Lord God, she should have prayed before she had him Catch a n***a from the opps best believe them shawties clapping Ain't no ambulance or docs, DOA, the people bag him Mama screaming Lord God, she should have prayed before she had him

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